Nostalgia

Garbage.jpgI remember, I met a guy an guy few years back, who told me that way before Islamabad existed, in the village of Saidpur, there lived an old man who used to walk past every door in the village and put some oil on the door hinges so that they wouldn’t squeak and disturb the neighbors. I also know about another similar old timer, who was the principal of a federal government school here, and when his own child failed in a class, wrote himself a letter in the capacity of the school principal giving the academic report of the child’s poor performance refusing to promote him to the next class, and then received the letter in the capacity of the father, signed the letter, apologized for negligence, and returned it to the principal.

Now some people would call all of this plain foolishness, or would say that probably these guys had lost their marbles. But the hard fact it that these were the same people from our very own city, who had sense of values, ethics, principle, and integrity.

So how come all of this relates to Islamabad. Well it does in every bit, when I see people, especially the educated one behaving contrary to what their stature demands of them. Little things, like if you go past the GORs in F-6 in the morning, the whole road is flooded with water coming out of the car porches of government officers, whose lavish cars are being washed disregarding any concern that the water they are spilling on the road causes so much inconvenience to the passer bys. Especially, I have seen pedestrians and people on the motor bikes who are most affected. They run the risk of slipping or getting their clothes splashed by dirty water on the road.

The other important aspect is our litter drums, where most of the garbage is lying outside the drums instead of inside. Mostly people do not even bother to look where their hurled garbage bags ended up, whether inside or outside the dumpster. The result is trash and garbage in the open reeking of filth, and the whole area is engulfed in the stinch.

Then just take out a walk into the middle of the lush green sectors, that look so green from the outside, and you would find wood, brick, and broken glass from the construction. People dump piles of scrap, never bothering to pick them up.

The list goes on and on, but the point I am trying to get across is that citizens of this city should consider the whole city as their home, and not just the confinements of their own house. Abiding by the laws, and principals of ethics and civic sense is more of a habit. Community service matters and each one of us can do our bit, even if it might seem trivial. The more each one of us adopts it, the more beautiful our city becomes.

2 Comments so far

  1. tanzilla (unregistered) on June 19th, 2007 @ 1:16 pm

    well said and well written, this is the dilemma of every city….what struck me about ur piece was the possibility nostalgia can be associated with a city like isb, let’s say i still havent recovered from the shifting of the capital…


  2. A for [pine]apple (unregistered) on June 20th, 2007 @ 1:53 am

    The principal and Father part was THE aaLa-est part … lurvd it!



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